Better than Words

My Grandmother is a talented artist, specializing in landscapes and portrait paintings.  It is in this latter category that she has worked extensively to capture many members of her family, including both of her children and all of her many grandchildren.  Except for me.  I remember that I noticed around middle school or high school that I hadn't been included yet.  I knew that my exclusion was unintentional, but it still struck me as odd.  As time has gone on and the years have accumulated, it has become harder and harder for her do the delicate work that is required on portraits, so I assumed that I had missed my chance.

Or so I thought.  I received a surprise phone call from her a couple weeks ago, saying that while moving some things around in a storage space, a partially completed portrait was found.  She didn't have any memory of starting it, but the outline was clearly there and she was determined to finish it.  I told her that I was happy just to know that she had started it, but she told me that she wanted to complete it.  Once it was done, she told me that she had to use her off-hand to steady her hand as she worked on the portrait.  If she hadn't told me, I would never have guessed, because her talent is as strong as ever.

So, enough from me.  Here is the debut of my portrait, done in pastel:

I am eight-years-old in this portrait.

Thank you, Grandma Bonnie!  I love it.